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Post by ANDREW TRENT CARRICK on Jan 18, 2010 13:46:23 GMT -5
  --- lost and insecure, where were you? ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( YOU FOUND ME, YOU FOUND ME )[/center]
why was the world so complicated. why wasn't humankind just forced to follow a routine? nobody would be different, everybody would be the same. do the same thing every single day and night. sure, there would be no individuality or freedom but if this was true than it's most likely that those people wouldn't even have developed these habits properly. of course life would be simpler. but where was the enjoyment in that? that was worse than death. but somehow he always got back to that idea. he never really knew why. but it bugged him a lot of late. andrew was more of a person who always liked to think deep, it made him feel accomplished in a way. he always felt like a loser for the way he ended up. he isn't even on speaking terms with his dead but it didn't bother much.
he walked out the door of his apartment building. it was a saturday but it was still in the evening and drew knew he didn't have anywhere to go. he sighed as he walked a couple of paces and walked back to the apartment. he forgot to lock it. this time making sure it was locked by playing with the knob a few times, which looked like he was doing it pretty violently from the passengers perspective. he wasn't in the best mood to start with, but to be honest he was never the one with the best attitude around. in portland everyone was fucked up, even the birds and the sewer rats. it was pretty cold for a saturday he wrapped his leather jacket around him tighter and walked forward. he didn't like to wear his glasses much but he was wearing them today. he always had an habit to look at his feet moving while walking, he sometimes dazed out while staring but would get back to himself when he hears the occasional pedestrian swear at him for not looking and bumping into them.
drew had heard there was a party, where everybody was going. he knew most of the people from the classes he went, he was an observatory person. he had some stalker attributes but in no was he one. he knew he would be a good one if he did though. he grinned to himself with the thought of that. drew was the kind of person who lets himself free in parties and such. the booze helped in some way to lighten his mood. he heard a noise and looked to the side to the alley and saw two people fighting. typical. he murmured to himself as he continued. drew was the kind of person who was passive-aggressive. he didn't feel the need to follow anybodies instructions... why should he. why should anybody?
he stopped at a newspaper kiosk near the sidewalk and stopped. he saw a person approach him, he felt like he knew him but he didn't really listen to him. he told drew that he was apparently from his english class and offered him to come with him. he looked at him reluctantly but he promised it would be fun. not knowing what, drew followed him into the alley and they came out to a shady corner of the road. a few feet in front of him was a strip club and some scantily clad women filled the area. he wasn't interested at the moment with women and nudged the man he was following who in return told him to follow and walked on. he went into a courtyard which led to up to a fire escape. hesitantly he followed him wondering about the man who he was following.
he walked to the edge of the fire escape as the man started playing with a box near him. he took out a balloon... drew's first reaction was anger but then the look on his face made it hard for him to. he was trying to have some fun and drew was being a downer. "alright alright. so you want to throw water balloons, eh mate? what do you think this is? lets go toilet paper a house after this. " he smirked sarcastically, but after a pleading again from the man who still didn't say his exact name but drew wasn't even curious about that to start with. he picked one up. he peered out the street corner. there was a cop car parked from not too far from where they were. before he could say something the man hurled one at the patrol car setting off it's alarm and to his shock the policeman was very close only their view was obstructing him.
before he could collect himself his 'friend' had already made a run for it. he ran the opposite way after him with the cop after but drew had a huge advantage. he dropped down from the sidewalk and ran out of the alleyway and started racing down the street.
tagged skylar/gisela words 826count notes if you don't know how to incorporate yourself just introduce yourself/make drew bump into you. credit ! reinvented LOVE , @ caution
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Post by SKYLAR DAKOTA ROSE on Jan 18, 2010 16:57:02 GMT -5
IT DOESN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE IF WE MAKE IT OR NOT
WE'RE. H A L F. WAY. T H E R E. WE'RE. L I V I N G. ON. A. P R A Y E R. [/font]
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[/center] "[/b] her head phones were plugged into her ears, blending in with her hair. her ipod was shoved into the pocket of her tripp pants. she may have looked scene, but that didn't mean a thing, she didn't dress "emo" either. skylar liked to wear what ever she wanted to wear, and she felt like wearing tripp pants, and a HIM shirt. though, it wasn't the best idea, it was a tank top. but having a jacket was good, was it not? the jeans, were not as big as usual trip pants, hers fit tighter than most, which was how she liked them. tight around the waist, and barley going out. it worked perfectly for her. she seemed to be paying more attention to the music in her ears than anything around her. she'd just went to starbucks, best place in the world. what would she do without her coffee? it actually was not her best choice, but she wasn't in the mood to drink at the very moment, she hadn't been since she had gotten her new roommate. if anything skylar had been craving a fag, it was after all the best thing she could do to get rid of her stress. there were some in her back pocket, she'd snuck a pack in. she could buy them, she was old enough. but the law said she couldn't smoke them, really, why would you allow an eighteen year old to buy them, but not actually use them? it was insane how stupid they actually were. and she'd gotten a pack and shoved it into her pocket. she'd have to get another before she went back to her dorm, that was for sure. skylar could go through so many in a few days, it wasn't that good of a thing to say. but she'd start going so much stress, she was here. what else could she say? her little sister. was here. at this school, because of what reason? gisela had no right to be here. skylar was sure of that. but it was so good to see her little sister, her twin sister. even if she didn't remember her at all. it was still a bit of a relief to no she was alice, and living. but it tore her up, that her sister didn't remember her. smoking seemed to calm her down, and she had a feeling, when this coffee was gone, she'd be blazing through the pack in her back pocket. it would not last her long at all. they never did. but that didn't matter right now. skylar was too busy having the music play in her ears as she walked, sipping on the warm drink in her hand. oh, it was so sweet. she loved sweet drinks, they were a bit addicting. and this one had a bitter after taste, skylar actually liked the bitter taste. how odd was that? it was just, a good taste to her. but then again, how many things had she done before? it wasn't hard to tell bitter didn't effect her. ever seen a dancing teen? well, skylar liked to dance a bit. she didn't have any amazing moves, of course not, but she still liked to bust a move every now and then. though, it was more hip moving, and her hair flying at the moment. added with a quick turn, spinning fully around. but the dancing actually didn't last for long, when she rounded a corner. though this wasn't great, because the next thing she knew, she was hitting the ground, with a burning on her stomach. which, happened to be the drink she had just bought. "fuck." skylar had a mouth, it was well known, and she really didn't care who heard it or not. "watch where you're going next time!" her voice had gotten a bit louder than she had wanted it to be. but she went to trying to get the shirt off while standing up at the same time. skylar was not very fond of the burning sensation the drink had caused. and for once, she's was very happy she wore layers. the senior did not bother to look up at whom she had ran into. that really did not matter at all. her drink was gone, and was on her shirt, how fucking great was that? the jacket was removed, then the HIM shirt. a chill seemed to run down her spine, and then she went to putting the black jacket back on. at least she had that to keep on, didn't that make it a little bit better. and then her denim blue eyes went to glaring at the guy. "blahblahblah."[/b] "yaddayaddayadda."[/b] "hmmmmmmmm..."[/i] [/font] [/ul][/color]
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word count:[/color] 896
notes:[/color] eh is that okay? i hope it is, i wasn't sure what to do. haha. perfect way to get her a bit mad though.
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Post by ANDREW TRENT CARRICK on Jan 21, 2010 6:50:55 GMT -5
--- lost and insecure, where were you? ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( YOU FOUND ME, YOU FOUND ME )[/center]
in truth, drew was never the one to be in trouble with the law. he was a badass alright. but he never wanted trouble, never but it comes to him more than he wanted. a little trouble is alright, especially when you get to mess with those annoying adults but such a case like this has gone too far. as a kid he had a few run-in's with the law but they all just took him home to his dad, but he knew it wasn't going to be like that anymore. he knew he had to take some responsibility for himself even if he hated doing that stuff. being responsible for him actions was something he hated, it's like trashing a hotel room but having to stay to clean it. it shouldn't be his duty to do that. the hotel should just get over it and clean it by themselves. but that's how life is, it's just one big piece of confusing... drew couldn't even find the word to describe life.
by the time he was on the street it was all calm again. by that it was the street that was calm but inside drew's heart was beating faster and faster. he managed to slow down considerably but it could still be considered running as many people took that as that and was staring at him run. it was pretty weird even from his perspective as most of the people of the town were pretty lazy, and were stationary from his view. he found it hard to stop his run because it was slightly downhill and the momentum he had gained was not letting him stop although he was slowly slowing down.
he saw a corner coming and calmed himself, he could finally act normal again. he turned his head around to see if anyone was on his trail, no one. alright good, but as soon as his head turned to his front he was already facing the floor face first but his hands reached before his face but still his nose crashed into ground pretty hard. he gathered himself and slowly pulled himself up. he didn't even look at the person who he hit because of the fact that his nose was bleeding and drew was occupied with himself and covered his nose with the shirt he was wearing inside. he brushed his jacket off with one hand and looked at the person. it came to him as quiet a shock that it was a girl.
he was a fighter alright. but he never even thought of harming a girl. it was just wrong. he turned from his aggressive self into a more sensitive version of himself not by purpose but it just happens sometimes to him. his mouth turned from a snarl into a awkward smile. he searched his mind for the best thing to say, but too bad for him nothing like this has happened to him before. drew heard the girl speak and accepted that her words were probably the most expected thing to hear right now. he saw that the girl had poured something on herself, he looked down at the cup. coffee, great. things were getting awkward and awkward by the second. his body was telling him to apologize and move. ''oh shit. erm...'' to him sorry was one of the hardest words for him. he used it so little in his life it was like saying i love you to somebody. ''yeah... sorry about that.'' he began thinking about a way to get out of it without any more trouble than he is already having.
he watched her as she rearranged her jacket and such, luckily drew sighed as he didn't get any scrapes on his jacket. he blurted something out that he wasn't sure he wanted to say but he said it anyway knowing that things couldn't go more downhill from where he was. '' i know that you probably hate me right now. but how about i buy you another one of those? just to let you know how sorry i am'' he stuttered pointing at the cup. he wasn't expecting her to accept, getting a slap in the face was his current idea of what was going to happen. hey, at least he tried and he could tell the school counselor to suck it.
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Post by SKYLAR DAKOTA ROSE on Jan 29, 2010 16:02:25 GMT -5
IT DOESN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE IF WE MAKE IT OR NOT
WE'RE. H A L F. WAY. T H E R E. WE'RE. L I V I N G. ON. A. P R A Y E R. [/font]
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[/center] "[/b] the senior really needed to control her mouth, but at least she resisted hitting him. at the moment, she just didn't want attention on her. "blahblahblah."[/b] "yaddayaddayadda."[/b] "hmmmmmmmm..."[/i] [/font] [/ul][/color]
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notes:[/color] omg, so this sucks major ass, and i know it does. i'm sneaking on and doing it? ha. just hope you're able to make a post to it(:
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Post by ANDREW TRENT CARRICK on Feb 2, 2010 7:35:39 GMT -5
--- lost and insecure, where were you? ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( YOU FOUND ME, YOU FOUND ME )[/center]
he was often accustomed to things going his way. but not in a spoilt way, he never had much of a good childhood. his parents mostly weren't around, and unlike most other sob stories they were not divorced, fighting, abused him or anything like that. they were just busy people, maybe too busy to even think about making a family. but he was always happy that he didn't have them around. it made his life through adolescence a lot easier. since he didn't exactly need to know about 'growing up' as most of the stuff he knew. the streets are not a bad place, well he's not exactly a gangster or anything. he and his friends just liked to roam around the street joking around and having fun. oh, how good childhood was.
so now flashing from his childhood here he was. drew still was mostly the same. except he had more mood swings than a girl which scared him more. well not exactly a full on mood swing but he knew the triggers but he couldn't help but feeling a certain mood when a specific thing happened. it didn't bother him much but people who hung around him often noticed this. more than once when one of his friends notices one of his triggers they know what to do. he doesn't mind being alone. but drew is in no way a loner he liked hanging around people. he just couldn't be bothered, or he is constantly just trying to be cool. but he saw it as how he was. drew was one who always hated thinking about the future. one of the main reasons was, he always thought of something sad for some reason. he was a cynic, yes. but somebodies gotta be one, right?
nowadays drew was used to living alone. since he had lived with his grandmother and her nurse for most of his life he was used to having no rules or getting disciplined. so what would anybody say? 'blame the damn parents!' however he doesn't blame his dad for how he turned out. he turned himself into a fuck up. he just wanted to finish this shithole of a school and go live his life on whatever comes along. he actually didn't want to have a glamorous life as some superstar or have a household name. he wanted to live a normal life, maybe get a job and some shitty shop. get a stroke of luck, maybe get a desk job. be fucking complaining about his job everyday but refusing to change jobs or quit. then maybe just because of the sheer amount of years he has been working be turned into an assistant manager sort of person. perfect? good enough for him.
one of the reasons for this was instead like most people who envision their favorite star and want be like them? he watched like the guy who had the simple job and a good wife. and preferred to be that guy. he hated being the centre of attention, it all began in middle school for him. he used to talk to one of his friends girlfriends, but in no way did he like her. well maybe in the that all guys like most girls, in only a physical way. but thats not the point. she apparently decided that he liked him and was in love with him. he didn't even mention anything of the sort. the other day of school he was bombarded by questions about that. his boyfriend coming and shoving him and stuff. although it made it better since that he wasn't much bigger than him or anything.
he took in a breath as he waited. so he fucked up again, for the third time. meh... more like third times infinity. she was pissed. that didn't take too long to figure it out. he knew when somebody wanted to hit him. he probably thought it would be easier if he let her hit him and get it over with. but he possibly ruined this lovely young ladies day, ruined her clothes, and wasted a good cup of coffee. he understood how she felt. he hoped she would accept his offer on a subconscious level so he could feel at least they were even. now if he left he knew he might incur the wrath of someone he didn't want to hate him, he had enough people to do that for him. thinking he for a minute he thought how would he feel in this situation if he was the girl and frankly he was in a generous mood today. '' i know i fucked up bad about that. how about i buy myself some really hot coffee and i let you pour it at me? and we can call it even?'' he said slowly reminding himself he was going to take a shower anyway. he remembered that he actually crashed into the chick pretty hard too. gotta face it like a man, drew.
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